I see what I make,
I throw it up,
My art is soul sick,
My vision is ill,
My sounds are Diverse,
At least thats how I'm heard,
I'm kept by an obsession,
That causes my creations
To disperse

Each night gets better at Peri’s in Fairfax

Sick of people dating me when they already commuted.

It’s all really on my own
Trying to get me moving
I keep myself high

Yeah i miss yah
But i aint chasing
Straight shots
Yeah i take em
Quite often
Jacky dan
And bombay
Got me feeln good
For the rest of the day
I aint sleeping
But i fuck babes
After i make myself a good beat
My hearts laid
Then i roll a doobie
Some good weed
Maybe make it serial
Wake the next day
Pour some oil
Higher than spiritual
Feeln critical

Weird shit

Walking in hell but i need my drugs to walk me through it. Cuz hell of a time is just being alone. Lost love from my emotions blinding me. Im hearing crazy. I got to create my way forward

Cush this pro pro
Mix it up with this yo yo
Black tea the last ingredient
To make me chiller than being frozen
From cold caps light it up
So what my breath is frosty

This morning i took a peak
Found happiness
But i was hurting with sadness

Not learning anything at this time being single

I smoke weed to kill the lonliness

People say they’re there
When they never seem to be
Returning a message

I want weed packed in a pillow

Just cant follow through

Its bed time
Rocked stoned
Head hit hard
Feel good though
No slaps
Just exploded thoughts
Top notch
Switch back
Running high
Fire trails
Blazed right
Drinking ales
And hard A